
          591.

The plants, which on my last trip[note at top of page: July 23/01] were so filled with sporocarps, were
to-day apparently without any.  But on closer examination I saw why
this apparent scarcity for the portion of rootstock which <s>continued</s> bore them
was now entirely devoid of leaves and <s>therefore</s> it required close observation
to distinguish them from the brown soil.  They are now about ripe for they
burst open with only slight pressure.  I collected a number of different
leaves on my way around the pond.  I reached the station some time
before the arrival of the early afternoon train, so found a comfortable seat
to rest from my mornings exertions.  Mr. W. came on the train.  We
then again inquired where we might get a boat and were directed to Mr.
Long who now has the place near the old furnace.  On our way through the
woods I found several beautiful plants of Anychia capillacea.  The plant
was entirely new to me at the time but attracted my attention by its graceful
dichotomous branching.  The flowers are insignificant.  We reached Mr. L's place
and learned that he, himself, had the boat. So we went to the branch. On
our way there we met him.  He loaned us the boat. He had no oars
so we were obliged to get long poles to push it along.  We were delighted to
get long poles for the water is very deep and that too, in many places
but a few feet from shore.  But equipped with our long poles we
made fine progress and glided along the shore, in & out of the little inlets.
        